This just came into my head one day and refused to come out.
The back story is that Annabeth and Rachel went to kindergarten together. That's literally all there is to it.
Please note: Annabeth and Percy both act kind of out of character in this. Please, don't blame me. Blame Claude-Michael Schönberg. Heh. Just kidding! Claude-Michael Schönberg must not be blamed for anything. It's the law. Just ask Javert.
I'm not Rick Riordan or Victor Hugo.
Enjoy!
Annabeth watched the beautiful red haired girl scribble something onto Percy's arm and then leave. That girl looked strangely familiar, and yet...
Suddenly, something clicked. "Rachel! Now I remember!" Annabeth recalled the pretty red headed child that had been in her kindergarten class. She'd been artistic and a bit weird. "Rachel! How can it be? We were children together! Look what's become of me!" Annabeth said with bitterness as she compared tall girl with fiery red hair to the weird, nerdy, battle obsessed person that Annabeth had become.
Snapping out of her reverie, Annabeth pushed through the crowd of people who had surrounded the ruins of Percy's former school as she looked for her friend. Finally, she found him, looking a bit stunned and-Annabeth noted with annoyance-smitten. "Oh, God, oh, what a rumpus!"
Percy shook his head, pulled out of his day dream by Annabeth's voice. "That girl. Who could she be?"
Annabeth tried to change the subject from the girl-Rachel. "Kronos! He'd like to jump us! But he ain't smart, not he!" Now, something really was wrong. Annabeth normally would have shot herself before she used such awful grammar.
Percy didn't seem to notice her grammar error. "Annabeth, who was that girl?"
"Some bourgeois two-a-penny thing!" Annabeth spat out, referring to Rachel's nice clothes. She turned to find call a cab to Camp Half-Blood.
Percy stopped her. "Annabeth, find her for me!"
Annabeth hesitated. "What will you give me?" She asked in a flirty manner.
"Anything!" Percy cried desperately, determined to see Rachel again. He didn't know what it was; he couldn't seem to take his mind off of her.
Annabeth huffed in annoyance and turned away to hide her irritation. "Got you all excited now, but God knows what you see in her! Ain't you all delighted now?" There it was with the awful grammar! What was wrong with her today? "No, I don't want your money, sir!" Annabeth refused indignantly as she noticed Percy pull a few drachmas out of his purse.
Percy put a hand on her elbow, and Annabeth's lips quirked up in a small smile at his touch. He pulled her so she was facing him and put his hands on her shoulders. "Annabeth, do this for me: Discover where she lives. But, careful how you go!" He warned, aware of the dangers of a half-blood roaming the streets of New York. "Don't let the Titans know." He turned away as Annabeth let his new task for her sink in. "Annabeth...I'm lost until she's found!" Percy called to his friend as he ran down the street into his apartment.
Annabeth's face softened, and she sat down on the front steps of an apartment building as she said to herself softly, "You see, I told you so. There's lots of things I know. Annabeth...she knows her way around." Sighing, Annabeth got up and raced down the street in order to catch up with Rachel and find out where she lived.
Fin.